The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Act I Sergei Fedorov remembered the weight of the ash long before the fire took the paper, a heaviness that sat in the marrow of his wrists, a forty-two year old man standing in the damp chill of the Ministry’s lower archive, where the air tasted of wet wool and old iron. He had come to save his pension, to prove that the Silent Ledger was not merely a bound volume of state secrets but a living...

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